The Class Perspective

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I walk up to the doorway, intrigued. Instantly, I can see the lines between the desks and all the cliques seem to form in my head. To my right is a row of desks. There are two girls that are chatting in secret, one of them secretly has their phone out, their head tilted down, the other, covering it with their sweatshirt covered arm on the desk. Then, there's an empty desk or two, depending on the day, depending on the attendance of the kids. On the far end is a red-haired kid with a nice smile and a freckled face and also a quiet personality to go with it all. I hear the kids in that class admire him, but whether its a joke or not, I can't tell. There's another kid who sits next to him, with chocolate brown hair and eyes to match. His nickname from the teacher is Vitamin. It's a class joke, one that only the kids of the class will get.

Now, I look across the room at another row of desks. This one is quite peculiar, as it will change with one of the kids' moods. There's one boy in the entire row, separated by a desk from the four other girls, unless a group project is assigned. He talks a little bit more than the red haired kid. The only difference between them, from what I've viewed, is their appearance. This one has raven black hair that shines if the light hits his head correctly. Now, the four girls. I can't tell what goes on with them, but they are quite interesting. Every day, three of the girls sit in the exact same spot, the one on the end turns their back to the last girl. This last girl, she will sit with either a desk inbetween or just sit next to the threesome. I've seen her struggle to switch it up, and only once has she prevailed, as two of the threesome are territorial. Her look of defeat is not a pleasant one and she seems to stay silent for a bit after a battle. The sparkle will be taken out of her eye, and a sort of shade seems to be cast over her face. On good days, she looks to be merry and joyful.

Now to the rows that face the board, as the past two face each other. The first one that faces is the board is the closest. Before the new kid came, there was one desk that wasn't filled, yet today, only boys sit in that row. The one that sits closest to the door in that row seems to be an outcast in the entire class and seems to find entertainment during lessons with his loud, aluminum watter bottle. Then the new kid sits next to him, who has a different voice. One that takes a little bit of time to understand what he's saying. Nonetheless, he has made friends. For the rest of the row, they seem to be close friends as far as the eye can tell.

The last row has two boys who are best friends and also a group of four girls that all seem to be best friends as well. The two boys beat box together during class at certain times and one of them has a nickname, Captain Apostrophe. They both spark with creativity when they're working together or in separate groups. Now, the four girls are all friends, but two of them seem to have a closer bond. There isn't much to be said about them except for the fact that one has extremely neat handwriting that looks like a typewriter and also that they all giggle at the most random times during class.

Now, you may be wondering what I am to this class. I am the observer, that fly on the wall. However, I'm not noticed by many except for my own kind. Enjoy thinking about that.

This story is realistic fiction, as some of this is true and other parts of it are not. I will never tell which is which, though.

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